Meet our stereotype starving artist.
He's got it all, folks. The smock, the beret, the beard. The
smug superior expression. But for me, he is also every working
artist trying to scrape it together.
And
part of what must have been on my mind was the sometimes
hostile split at Pratt Institute between the noble and pure Fine
Artists, the
painters, sculptors and printmakers, and we miserable art
whores, (gasp) Commercial Artists, Illustrators,
Graphic Designers, Art Directors, Typographers and such,
who had the
balls to expect to be paid for our labor and talent. What
punks!
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